segunda-feira, julho 17, 2006

Ai, minha Jaqueirinha

E o projeto continua. Cada vez com mais adeptos. To gostando de ir pra Jaqueira todo dia. Principalmente quando se vai com amigos. É bom pra sair da inércia. Dá uma andada, uma corridinha também (comecei hoje e não fui tão mal), bate papo, fala merda (a conversa hoje passou até por isso, literalmente), come um abacaxizinho e volta pra casa com a sensação de dever cumprido. E no fim de semana dá pra tomar umas cervejinhas sem peso na consciência. O próximo passo é intercalar uns abdominais entre a caminhada e o abacaxizinho. Amanhã tem de novo. Alguém aí quer se juntar ao grupo?

Nowhere Man
The Beatles

He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his nowhere land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere man, the world is at your command.

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere man can you see me at all?

Nowhere man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all 'till somebody else lends you a hand.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere man, the world is at your command.

He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his nowhere land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
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